Tuesday, September 01, 2026

Self-Care & Self-Esteem When You Lose Your Partner

How do we spend our time to achieve things in our lives? I’ve written about this topic separately, as well as how we spend our time. Something like your partner dying, where you are cut off from a loved one, means that time is definitely a focus. So, I want to examine one area that I found very personal:


Partner time is significant — Some advice that is good when you want to find a romantic partner is to never “settle” for what you can find. You are looking for a life partner. When there is commitment, such as in a marriage, this is the person you will be interacting with for decades to come. There will need to be give-and-take for both of you, and there are pretty serious situations that need addressing, such as child-rearing or financial matters. Perhaps your time will alternate between partner and work time, but eventually, you both retire and spend even more time together. Why shouldn’t this be your very best friend? If this is not a person you’re happy spending time with, your own life will be affected. If you want to be alone, then it begs the question of whether you really want to be involved. So deciding to have this person as a partner is the most important decision you’ll ever make. More important than your career, more important than where you live. 


Unfortunately, losing a partner leaves more than empty hours; it disrupts the shared future, the habits, even your identity, that once organized your daily life. Maybe they were handling all the finances, maybe they did most of the child-rearing. Healing does not require abandoning that relationship, but rather learning to integrate its meaning and take on responsibilities you are not used to. It’s the life that continues.

Especially if the death is unexpected, now you may be disoriented or uncertain, and perhaps unable to imagine how life can continue. Sure, there may be finances to work out, and this could be a welcome distraction. But after that, when the life insurance has settled, and the accounts are transferred, then what do you do? 

All this time you were in rhythm with your person through all those years — now there is loneliness and silence. Many experience profound loneliness after losing their life partner, and this loneliness can increase the risk of depression. The house sounds so empty, where once it was filled with the sounds of talk, music, television, and whatever else. People make noise, and without a person there, there is no sound.

Grieve, of course; we are human. This can and does take many forms. Its length, despite all the internet advice, really depends on you, the person affected by the death. Sometimes, if it’s perceived to be “too” long by someone else, the perception can be accompanied by the words: “aren’t you done grieving by now?” An appropriate response could be, “I’ll be done grieving when my (wife/husband) is not dead anymore.” There is no single pathway for experiencing grief. The route is personal, but it doesn’t have to be walked alone.

But what do you do with all the time that is now available to you? Of course, there are the financial matters, house maintenance, support from friends, and family that will fill some of the time, but in the end, it is you and your interactions with others that will fill that time. Sometimes there may be a need to meet and interact with someone new, but how do you do that? The person you had — maybe they were perfect for you — how can you possibly fill that gap? And if you do, does that mean your partner wasn't perfect for you? No, a new connection does not erase a memory; it coexists with it.

You could numb yourself, but that is self-destructive. Ultimately, grieving is learning. Learning how to live your life without them living it alongside you. The self-care aspects of this are extremely important. You need to engage in activities you like, whether it’s writing, painting, reading, walking, working out at the gym, or whatever. 

Some enjoy traveling and they “take” their partner along with them, creating memories that they had previously talked about. Some create memorial projects: a collage, an essay, a scrapbook, some artwork, with the goal of preserving a sense of the loved one within the work. Some write a whole novel about where they used to live together, not necessarily placing the loved one or themselves in the piece, but trying to give the reader a sense of what life was like there.

What’s going on here is learning to integrate this part, this separateness, into your life. Without necessarily dropping the loved one off the face of the earth. Sure, you can view this as a crutch; it’s a psychological device designed to allow a stepping stone to the next part of your life.

But don’t “should” yourself. I should get off the couch; I’m so lazy. I should be better at staying calm; holidays and important days shouldn’t make me cry. You’re watching how to talk to yourself. These sorts of statements are a way of bullying yourself. 

Your grief is your own. We don’t move on from grief; we pull it in, and it becomes part of our life. Your remembrance of your partner is now where they are, in you.

There are basic things you need, of course: 

  • Sleep - the body physically does not do well without it, 

  • Nutrition - overeating or not eating are signs that, after a while, can also be physically harmful to yourself, 

  • Movement - physical activity is important because it boosts endorphins throughout your body. A counselor often encourages exercise and movement because it's going to support sleep, mood, and a daily structure, 

  • Finances - get them settled; after all, we don’t want to get kicked out of your house because the mortgage didn’t get paid,

  • Maintain your home - allowing disrepair just leads to different forms of future work and/or expense that needs to be done (I should go do this…)

Creative work can offer a safe way to express sorrow and remain engaged with the world. Isolation can and often does lead to depression. Know that professional support is appropriate when someone is unsafe, cannot function, or is having thoughts of self-harm.

If you are in a depression, it may feel like you’ve been there forever and that you’ll never come back out… Particularly in the kind of depression that goes on for months at a time. 

  • But do the work of self-care (even when your brain lies and says you are not worth it). 

  • Try to practice patience and kindness with yourself (it's so much harder to do for yourself than for others). 

  • Then, perhaps for the first time in a long while, you feel a genuine burst of energy.
    (You get that laundry done, clean up the kitchen, or do something simple, first thing in the morning, like making your bed. )

A simple completed task can lead to the next accomplishment, and so on. It’s like a promise you might make (and keep) to go to the gym or walk a mile or two, and somehow you repeat and keep doing it. This first set of accomplishments leads to others.

I’m not going to tell you who I am or how I coped after the death of my best friend ever. Because it doesn’t matter to you. What matters is finding out who YOU are. And some of the steps along the way are here in this writing. I hope you find peace.

© Thomas Posz, 2026  CC BY-NC-SA 4.0


Tuesday, December 17, 2024

Grief

 It hits differently during the holidays.

Even now, on the other side of losing my wife of 43 years—working on healing, thriving, and loving the life I’m trying to rebuild—the holidays can bring up unexpected feelings.

It’s not so much about missing my wife, although I really do miss her every day. It’s about missing the version of life I thought I’d be living. The traditions. The moments together. The traveling experiences we hoped to have. Watching our children grow and achieve…

And if you feel this too, I want you to know: it’s NORMAL.

You can be ultimately over it, at peace with your past, and fully into the life you’ve now created, and yet you still feel all of the stuff. Especially at this time of year (Christmas holidays).

Because what I want you to know is that… Grief isn’t linear. Healing isn’t a destination you just go to.

And no matter how far you’ve come, this time of year has a way of resurfacing old wounds.

What I’ve learned:

  • Honor those feelings, but don’t get stuck in them.
  • Hold space for grief and gratitude, and remarkably you can do this at the same time.
  • Feel the loss while you still celebrate how far you’ve come.

If you are just beginning to navigate this stuff, I want you to know it won’t always be this heavy. There will come a time when, looking back at this time, you will feel proud of how you showed up for yourself. You will see how strong you are, even when you don’t feel like it.

Grieving the life you thought you’d have doesn’t mean you’re not moving forward.

  • It doesn’t mean you’re not strong.
  • It doesn’t mean you’ll feel like this forever.
  • It means you’re human.

This holiday season, make space for it all—the moments where you feel the weight of what’s missing and when you remind yourself of the new life you are building.

If this feels like it syncs with you, just know you’re not alone. It’s OK to grieve. It’s OK to feel it. And it’s OK to hold onto hope for what’s next. What other people say is not that important.

The truth is, the holidays don’t have to be about just holding it all together. You can start prioritizing yourself. The best gift you can give yourself is the decision to focus on your healing, growth, and rediscovery.

Thursday, November 28, 2024

Kennedy



Last Friday was my birthday, and thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday.

It was also the 61st anniversary of John F. Kennedy’s assassination in Dallas. I couldn’t find any information about that, remembrance, or anything else in my Friday news.

Many people don’t remember why he was shot. But this was an act not of the Russians (which is a popular theory) or the lone gunman on a hill. Maybe it was plain old white supremacist politics, just like what we have going on right now.

President Kennedy and his brother supported an effort to get James Meredith, a black man, into the University of Mississippi. The Department of Justice had ruled that they must register this man. Many courts had ruled that he must be registered. The governor there physically barred him from getting to the registrar. Eventually, many Highway Patrol and 500 U.S. Marshalls helped him get into the dorm. A riot broke out, and 300 people were injured, and two died. On Oct 1, 1962, Meredith became the first black man to go to Ole Miss. He Graduated a year later despite all of the continued harassment, injuries, and extreme isolation.

The following year, President Kennedy knew that feuding between party leaders in Texas could jeopardize his chances of winning the state in 1964. Thus, one objective of the trip was to bring Democrats together. This support strengthening and the recent Meredith incidents at Ole Miss were loosely connected. Race issues continued to simmer, and contrary to today, the Republicans were good; Meredith had registered Republican, and most of the white supremacists were in the South, among the Democrats.

I remember Lady Bird Johnson writing about that day; one thing stands out in my memory. She described Jackie Kennedy in her pink suit as covered in blood, her legs and one of her white gloves being caked in her husband’s blood. She was an elegant lady; she even had a Secret Service codename of “Lace.” It was horrific what she went through. Lady Bird Johnson wrote that Jackie, coming out of a stupor, told her she would get changed later and wanted them to see what they had done. She was only 34 years old.

Thursday, January 25, 2024

Informal gathering for Eunice Moyer

 Sunday, February 4⋅11:00am – 2:00pm


Rocco’s Ristorante Pizzeria

2909 Ygnacio Valley Rd, Walnut Creek, CA 94598, USA


Eunice Moyer

We are gathering informally to remember Eunice Moyer. Please come, if you can. We would love to see you and talk to you.

Eunice Evelyn Moyer, beloved wife and mother, passed away peacefully on January 16, 2024 at the age of 75.

Eunice was born on August 3, 1948 in Jamestown, North Dakota to Kenneth and Evelyn Moyer. She grew up in Jamestown and attended school there and in Minneapolis, eventually starting work as a Medical Technologist, sometimes referred to as a Phlebotomist.

She met her husband, Thomas Posz, in Eagan, Minnesota in 1975. They both moved to California, separately, and found each other again. They were married on April⁠⁠ ­4, 1981 and had a beautiful marriage for almost 43 years. Together, they raised two children: Matthew Kenneth and Julia Katherine. Eunice was a devoted wife and mother. She loved her family and was always supporting them.

She was also a talented chef and loved baking. Twenty years ago, she took photos from her classes at the California Culinary Academy. These are posted at https://genoise.blogspot.com, so are some important notes, such as “Rhubarb leaves are poisonous” and the first rule of cooking is “don’t kill anyone!” However, most of her work life was in Information Technology, working for technology firms and a county government. Favorite phrase from that era: “I got a Fat Al”. A story for another time.

She struggled with her Diabetes Type II and had a triple bypass at 65.

Eunice will be deeply missed by her family and friends. She will be remembered for her love, kindness, and compassion.

She is survived by her husband, Tom; her children, Matt and Julia; and her siblings Darrell Moyer and Rhonda (Moyer)Lindberg. She is predeceased by her brother Gregg and her parents Ken and Evelyn.

In lieu of flowers, the family requests that donations be made to the American Diabetes Association (https://www.diabetes.org).

Saturday, June 08, 2013

You're Safe Now

I read something extremely heart warming yesterday, and simply wanted to share.

When I was younger and watching TNG and Captain Jean-Luc Picard , commanding officer of the USS Enterprise played by Patrick Stewart I had a certain sense of looking up to the character, Picard. It was a leadership thing, how humans naturally follow a true leader. But there was also a father aspect to the character. Naturally, I explored this further, even toward a book on leadership written by Wess Roberts and Bill Ross, so imaging my surprise in reading about this yesterday, only recorded a few days earlier on May 29, coming from the actor himself regarding a topic obviously so close to him.

http://lemonsweetie.tumblr.com/post/51652237280/let-me-tell-you-a-thing-about-an-amazing-man

it may be hard to hear, but the YouTube video of the exchange may also be of interest


Right now, this very instant, someone needs to know that they can reach out and get help.

“You never have to go through that again, you’re safe now.” this is such a powerful message. I have such a feeling of compassion toward what Patrick Stewart is doing, and also for his sharing something so obviously personal.

One other point... notice how he points out that "violence is never the answer" and at the same time finds compassion for his own father, only last year he discovered that un-diagnosed PTSD may have been the cause for his own family's trouble. This reminds me to search beneath the surface regarding the issues in our lives.

Marianne Schnall exclusive interview with Patrick Stewart

Million Man Pledge

Stand! note: My son's Eagle Scout project benefitted Stand! here in Contra Costa County, CA

Vets in USA with PTSD Hotline
1-800-273-8255, press 1.

USA Hotline for Domestic Abuse
‎1−800−799−SAFE(7233)

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Meaningful stuff

I originally wrote this 2 months ago when I was "down"... I finally decided to publish it today.

Lately, I have been thinking a lot about evil, considering the stuff that recently happened in Connecticut and continues to happen where are soldiers are stationed, and other places. I have much less trouble in explaining evil than a devout church-going person. Because I have a mathematical background, I also understand how luck plays a role in the world. Is it better to think one's way out of a mess than to pray on it? Generally, I think so.

I can also appreciate the concept of mercy though. It's written in many places (I was raised a Christian) that Jesus was a merciful man and tended to people's physical and emotional needs. No God is needed to appreciate that there are good people and bad people in the world. There is also good luck and bad luck. I believe that life is precious, and I resent it and get seriously angry when it is taken senselessly. Human beings should make life worthwhile and protect and cherish it. And I don't wish to debate the abortion issue on when life begins. That is not my point here.

We need to help our fellow man and help him in his time of need. Just be a caring human being; I guess like Jesus was. You do a good deed and provide a sturdy shoulder for someone to cry on.

Sometimes, though, life is so very hard. It seems especially so when you are younger. When you're twenty, the world is at your feet, you're full of intensity, optimism. Life has this problem though, in that sometimes it throws you lemons. You bend like the willow tree or you snap. In karate we learn especially good lessons about the willow tree, usually in one of those “force vs. force” examples. Good technique can come out of the study of a bending willow branch. It's a good life lesson, too.

Life also has this tendency to get pedantic because as you get older and waste so much time you find yourself just existing, trying to pay the bills and usually wondering what's around the next corner, if anything. Sometimes it's just more bills. Sometimes it's nothing other than perhaps depression about your current condition. Sometimes, however, it's a spectacular sunrise or sunset.

I was just looking through some old photographs that I've taken of sunrises and sunsets. It made me think, that you're haunted by your memories. You think they are just leftover things from growing up and then maybe you run into or hear from someone you used to know and perhaps they are struggling just as you are, you stop, because all of the crap isn’t just happening to you, maybe there can be a little hope that wasn't there last week, making you feel a little bit like this life is worth living, even though the downs oftentimes outweigh the ups.

The ups, that's what I live for. Like many of you, I have kids and I'm constantly getting my ups from thinking about or helping them. But when we care for people, like our kids, when they have down days, you become down as well. Perhaps these are sympathetic relationships, like the shark and the remora, which can't exist much without the shark. You have to remember to be sympathetic and solitary, taking care of yourself, as well as them. It's one of the things I'm learning.

Wil Weaton (Star Trek Next Generation and Stand by Me) wrote recently about his own depression, something lots of us struggle with, and about how things are so much better now. I am glad for him and at the same time tell my daughter and others to continue to do the "right thing" because that is where the true accolades for doing stuff correctly ultimately come from.

Had Wil had a bunch of people not pulling for him and instead sabotaging his capabilities perhaps more therapy or stronger meds might have been needed to improve his outcome. At a minimum I suspect talking to another person eventually factored into some recovery. That person had to be supportive, otherwise I don’t think we would have heard such an outcome from him.

The point being we all need one another, we all need support and caring. There is certain class of people who just really mess with my head; I just don't get their attitude; these people are the ones that have to constantly "put down" others. It's like we have two camps of people in society at war with each other. Take care of others or just think about yourself. Where does this selfishness come from? A warped upbringing from parents that don't have a clue how to raise kids? These two camps are so polarized, just to have these two positions, like I said, I just don't get it.

I'm really believe that a form of compromise is what is needed as a life lesson. We do need to take care is each other. At the same time we need to take care of ourselves. The effort to get ahead at the expense of others really needs a balancing point of view, the balance I think is charity. The charity of time helping others, not just the charity of money (ala Bill Gates). It’s not one or the other, it’s actually both. “I gave at the office, so don’t bother me at home.” Or “I give my money to United Way, I can’t really afford to volunteer for your xyz project." This attitude doesn't work for me.

So, how in the world do we teach this kind of dual charity to our kids? My daughter needs to learn better how to be self assured, to have a better sense of self, perhaps the overused word is self esteem. At the same time she acts like a magnet for all these "I'm in it for myself" people. And when the inevitable happens and she's hurt, it's like the weight of the world is upon her, then indirectly me, because I care; after all I am the Father and I truly care about her well being.

One way of thinking about it is that she should be selective in who she engages with, because friends and teachers who truly care are never in it for themselves. The only issue I have with this kind of philosophy is that my daughter cannot be insulated from these selfish people in the real world. You see, here too we have a balance between "me time" and being "out there."

Eventually she has to face the world and it is full of these people who put you down, use you or downright control you. How does she learn to deal  with that part without destroying her self esteem?

My dad learned how to swim when his dad threw him off the river bank and into the water. I learned to swim from a teacher in a pool. My son and daughter learned to swim in much the same way. But regrettably later, on the swim team, no less, she is presented not by the competitiveness of the swim meet and the opposing team... she is forced to deal with self serving, rude and selfish teammates and coaches who can't catch them in the act. It's almost as if we are collectively teaching our kids that if you can get away with it, go for it.

I find this disturbing on so many levels. Is this OK under any circumstance? Eventually don't these people realize the error of their ways? Does it balance out in the long run? Maybe you can convince yourself that this might eventually be true, maybe even in most of the cases, but what of the interactions these people have with others along the way? Consider the debris falling out of this truck of life and hitting your windshield. Perhaps this is an oversimplified way of looking at it, or is it?

Certainly the costs to repair someone’s life are considerably higher than a broken windshield. The costs are astronomical when it besets mental illness and something like Connecticut... or Hitler.

Everyone has the "god given" right to be a parent, but how, as a society, do we help that parent with instilling core values, such as caring for your fellow man, into their children.

Otherwise, we have too many narcissistic people doing bad things. Or evil things... When the government steps in to enforce societal rules, something has already been lost. A crime has to be committed before there can be punishment, but someone has already been hurt before the crime is committed.

Really, doesn't it start with the parents?

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Libor, Banks, bad decisions

I've got to admit, Scott Adams still has the "stuff"... Don't you find it amazing that 3 panels in a comic strip can totally get to the root of the problem and help you identify, squarely, with Dilbert?

http://dilbert.com/blog/entry/stickiopolies/

What is it with companies (not just banks) that continue to do this crap? Do they think that their pursuit of the almighty dollar makes their decision making a process that is not important? Is that the justification for these bad decisions? It's like these people are all 5 or 6 year olds...

... maybe it's something like what I posted back almost 7 years ago, e.g. the difference between the car salesman and the software salesman?